Chastity Management Starts with the Situationship
Dangerously enough, I had become self-aware.
The whole commute to work, Riyeon kept her hand on my dick like it was the parking brake, fondling it without a care. Just the casual groping was already bizarre enough, but every time we stopped at a light she would trace the outline of my cock through my pants with two fingers, and that was a whole different kind of uncanny sensation.
Naturally, being a man, my dick responded to my situationship girl's aggressive skinship and made its presence known in a big way. But that wasn't the danger I'd become aware of. It was related, strictly speaking, but a little different.
I'm about to explain exactly what kind of danger I was in. I was confident that once people heard it, plenty of them would empathize and cheer me on.
First of all, it had been about a week since the earliest sparks of this situationship with Riyeon had started. We'd gone past the pure otaku conversations between a guy and a girl nerd, shared drinks, and then—thanks to a string of incidents born from Riyeon's obsession and madness-tinged affection, the origins of which I still couldn't pin down—I had no idea how the time had flown by. In the blink of an eye, one crisis after another had exploded.
Time had passed quickly, and yet our relationship had matured far beyond what that short span of days would suggest—an ironic situation. And that meant Riyeon had already given me every kind of stimulation a woman could give, while we were still forcibly confined to the limits of a "situationship," keeping physical contact to the bare minimum.
In other words: I hadn't jerked off in nearly a week.
That's right. This was my crisis.
A healthy man in his twenties. A guy in his twenties who had even successfully quit smoking and was in the final stretch of his diet, going nearly a week without masturbating? Testosterone could explode at any moment. If too much of it built up, it would awaken a male's fighting instincts, and I might regress into the brawler I used to be and seriously mess up my social life.
I needed to jerk off soon. Mentally and socially, that was the right call. It wasn't even an unhealthy act. It was just the normal system of release and circulation, driven by biological genetic imprinting and instinct, working on me.
Alright. Today was Tuesday. Yesterday's little incident(?) with Riyeon had wrapped up fine, and this morning I'd given her the promised pets and kisses. If our eyes met we might do it again, but that was plus-alpha territory, so it was fine. The important thing was that today we'd go home to our respective places, I'd take my biological refresh time, and end the day feeling fresh and cozy. I was already short on sleep, so I'd be able to sleep well. I was already looking forward to clocking out. Honestly, I'd wanted to leave work from the moment the commute began.
But Riyeon's car hit almost no lights and arrived at the parking tower near the company very quickly.
"Haa… I don't wanna work."
"Is an HR person allowed to say that?"
"I can, because I'm Riyeon."
"What special treatment."
"You know it."
Once I'd set the direction and plan for today's routine, I found a little more room to breathe in how I treated Riyeon. Worn down by life as I was, I tried to show a slightly more adult side and opened the car door.
It didn't open this time either.
…Why?
"Oppa."
"…What?"
As she called me, Riyeon brushed her palm over my dick. At this point it was basically Riyeon's dick that just happened to be attached to me. The affection in her touch was already intense enough to drive me crazy.
"Oppa."
"…Yeah, I'm listening."
Riyeon tapped the head of my cock and smiled softly.
"I've stored every piece of data on Oppa's dick—size, balls, firmness—all of it in my hand."
"Huh?"
"So…."
Click.
Riyeon leaned over herself and opened my side of the car door.
"If you jerk off or do it with some other bitch and discharge your semen, I'll know exactly what changes happened to my Oppa's dick."
The chilly parking-garage air hit my crotch through my pants.
"Oppa, in manga you see those plots a lot where childhood friends or situationships get all prideful and pretend nothing's happening, and then they end up getting NTR'd or BSS'd by the local thugs, right?"
What kind of manga was she reading that terms like NTR and BSS came out so casually? Older novels and manga were like that, sure, but recently that stuff was usually buried in the underground, right? Ah—was she talking about everything?
While I was still reeling, Riyeon kissed me deeply.
"So even though we're still in a situationship, I think we have the right to manage each other's chastity. We can't have some stupid situation where we go, 'Who am I to say anything, that's your problem so why are you asking me?' and then just stand there when a Gold Sun takes you away, right?"
"Mm… maybe for you, Riyeon, but for me there's zero chance a Gold Sun woman would approach…."
"I'm already the living proof of the hypothesis that someone could fall for Oppa—the manifested reality. I'm the perfect counterexample to your claim. And Oppa."
"Yeah."
The light vanished from Riyeon's eyes. They were eyes that called to mind absolute-black paint that absorbed every last bit of light.
"Chastity isn't just about sex. It starts with semi-sexual acts, and includes every contact where hands touch or bodies brush, every exchange of feelings or goodwill. You know that, right? Oppa knows. We know. We know how a single small crack, a single small trigger, can bring about such huge tragedy, such huge trials. Our ending and conclusion are one, but I hate so much when countless branches form along the way. I don't even want to imagine how those branches might tear our hearts apart. Just thinking about Oppa is overwhelming enough—do I also have to worry about other bastards talking to me and what the hell they're trying to do, and other bitches approaching Oppa too? If we just handle things properly ourselves, Oppa won't have to feel anxious about me, and I won't have to feel anxious about Oppa, and we can move smoothly, step by step, toward our destined fate."
Even if there were no potential rivals, that was no guarantee a couple wouldn't fall apart. Riyeon seemed to be viewing our destiny in a very optimistic light. And judging from what she'd just said, if I ever told her the reason I'd quit smoking, I couldn't even imagine how much she'd lose it and trash the place. It was already a hard fact to share, and now it was even harder. Riyeon was hiding her past too, so we were even, but I had a gut feeling that both sides could open up a pretty massive rift.
"So you're telling me not to masturbate?"
"Yeah."
"You constantly fondle my dick and balls and masturbate with them, but I can't? That's unfair."
"I get how Oppa feels, but men and women are different."
"How are they different?"
"Even if a woman masturbates and squirts, she doesn't get pregnant."
"And a man?"
Looking at me like I was absurd, Riyeon said:
"Oppa, what if someone takes your semen and impregnates herself with artificial insemination? Why are you so careless?"
What? Come again?
The hypothesis so far beyond imagination left my mind blank. There was a woman who'd take my semen? I only did it at home. So she'd break into my house, steal the microscopic amounts of semen I hadn't cleaned off the floor or whatever, and try artificial insemination? Who? Who the hell?
Among the flood of questions, one person came to mind.
"Riyeon, what were you planning to do if I'd rejected you?"
The one person who immediately came to mind flinched. Yu Riyeon. The dreamy girl who held every pure-love possibility except NTR averted her gaze from mine.
"I'd just make every effort to connect with Oppa."
"For example?"
"For example, encrypting white noise that says 'You like Yu Riyeon' into every sound and piece of music Oppa encounters and brainwashing him subconsciously."
Before even questioning whether that was scientifically possible, the fact that she could even think of it was amazing.
"Riyeon, this is really just a hypothetical. What if, without getting close to me, just as the coworker at the next desk, you'd fallen for me, and I was in a situationship with another girl…."
Grind!
Before I could finish, I heard her molars grinding.
"Why do we have to argue about something that could never happen?"
"Uh… no, I just…."
"Not 'just.' Oppa only has to enjoy dating me smoothly—why are you trying to go off the rails? A world line where we didn't get close? We already got close, didn't we? And no matter which parallel world you go to, there's no multiverse where Oppa and I don't end up together."
"…Okay, fine."
"Oppa, please just focus on our relationship. How long are we going to stay in a situationship? I'm wet every day and Oppa's dick is standing at attention like this—we need to love each other already."
She had a point. She was right, but the one warping all this leisure and order was largely her, you know?
Anger was starting to boil up. I'd taken on the cause of correcting Riyeon's social skills, but the person of interest was flaunting her affection and presence and trying to devour me instead. And that included some pretty unreasonable treatment.
"Of course we will."
Riyeon. You don't know, do you?
"We need to love each other already."
"Making people anxious… Oppa, no matter how much I look like a fish you've already caught, if you keep that up I'll get sulky."
Before I lost all my professional drive and motivation, I was a hell of a brawler. A brawler doesn't just pick fights head-on. Making things go the way I want by any means necessary is also a skill. Even if, toward the end, it was a daily loop of the whole board getting wrecked by interference that wasn't quite interference, I was still the HR guy other employees came to rely on and trust whenever something happened.
"No matter how sulky you get, you still have to come to work, right?"
"Ugh, I hate it!"
Starting today, I would begin the training to take Yu Riyeon's reins. I'd guarantee a certain degree of freedom while showing her who held the initiative.
The method? A very sweet carrot and a less sweet carrot.
You don't tame a wild horse with the whip. You give it unbearable sweetness from the start, and after that you only give sweetness that barely registers. Then she'll beg on her own. Please give me the first one again. By that point, Riyeon would offer up the leash herself.